Waterbury evening Democrat., 1887-12-21
HAIR AND NO HAIR

William Walter Phelps bangs his hair like a coquette and a well cultivated mustache hides his shapely mouth.
 Dan Lamont's mustache is thoroughly diplomatic, reportorial in its inquisitivenesa and sphinx like in it's expression
 Joe Jefferson's face would be spoiled if he wore anything on it but his own good looks. His hair is still brown, wavy and abundant.
 When one beholds the polished head of c. P. Huntington, he may truthfully exclaim with Mark Antony: "What fall was there, my countrymen."
 Bourke Cochran, who by nature as we'll as employment has become very Sharp" man, wears a bang over his mouth and dainty pinch of whiskers on his neither lip.
 The cranium of Theodore Roosevelt gener ally looks as if cyclone had swept through a canebrake and left it very much demoral- ized. His mustache is big and blonde.
 While on parade Pat Gilmore wears his mustache la militaire, but at other times he don't care whether the contrary filaments get into his cornet or not. He has O full head of dark hair and never says dye
 Robert Garrett's mustache runs into side whiskers; the side whiskers connect by mar row bridge with his hair; Ethe hair is parted ill the middle and from mouth to diamond collar button, there is we'll moved avenue.
 The hair of Walter S. Camp, manager of the New York Clearing house, like that of Banquo's ghost, will not down. Flies getim- paled on it. His beard is close cropped and stubbly as if it had been treated with sand paper.
 Larry Jerome's hyacinthine locks are like a crown of glory, but usually very much tan gled. His grizzly mustache is acquainted with more good dinners than any other ill town and can scrape soup spoon as clean as patent rake.
 Col Samuel A. Echols, manager of The Metropolitan Literary Monthly, which heads the journalistic circulation of tho country, has the frowsy curls of Byron, which, with a pair of dancing blue eyes, make him very attractive to the ladies.
 The countenance of George William Childs, the editor of The Philadelphia Ledger, is like that beauty which is adorned the most He has worn only modest mutton chops for generation, and, like hls temper, | his hair is never ruff1ed.
 Senator Evarts is tho delight of the hard | working barber His face is invitingly smooth, and a pinch of skin may be caught up anywhere when it is necessary for the razor to sheer off from obstructions. His ! hair is never sheered off.
 | Ex-Senator Joe Mcdonald has a mansard roof without hirsute adornment, but the cor nice is all right and the curls around his | ears show what a handsome man he must have been fifty or seventy-fve years ago. 1t is a truthful saying, that it takes handsome men and mountains to look well bald, and he is one of the former.
 A wig would fit the head of Henry Clews without obstacle, but he doesn't wear one. The only reminder of his capillary glories is a fringe of hair growing down hill on a circular horizontal line with the top of his ears, and sturdy mustache that seems to bite into his pungent utterances when giving "points' on the stock market, as if he wanted to take piece out of them.
 If Col. Tom Ochiltree, the famous Texan ranger, but now ranger on Broadway, were woman, he might safely bet on to win every white horse that enters a race. His hair is way beyond Schenectady and in tensely Auburn, while his pugnacious mus tache is radiantly red. Otherwise, his face is a smooth unwrinkled pasture over which the Hoffman house barbers always delight to run their modern lawn mowers